Lame, with harsh features, brooding eyes, a wiry beard crackling with flame, and ropy muscles, the god mortals call Hephaestus is nobody's idea of perfection. Indeed, far from it. A lingering odor of burnt solder clings to him, adding to his manly stench of sweat and musk. His bed is narrow and lonely, his sheets filled with soot and regret.<br><br>Blacksmith to Olympus, he hides from his kin on an island in the Mediterranean, commissioned to forge a hero's sword from unbreakable metal. But a brief tryst with a minor water god distracts him. Aean is everything Hephaestus is not -- young, beautiful, sexy. He stirs in Hephaestus a savage lust the smith has never felt before.<br><br>Now Hephaestus wants Aean for his own, and he won't rest until the water god is his.

To Love a God

“I’ll have you fuck me, godling! You said I was yours, didn’t you?


The last word cracks with desire. Hephaestus


tenses, waiting to be pierced. He wants to be filled again, to be


claimed. At any moment he expects to feel Aean’s thick cock push


into him, hard and fast. His whole body trembles like a raindrop


dangling from the tip of a sword’s blade, on the cusp of falling,


waiting for the moment it’s full enough to let go.


So he’s surprised when, instead of a hard


dick, he feels something wet and spongy press against his hole.


Aean flattens his tongue over Hephaestus’s


anus, covering it completely. Then, slowly, he licks his way up


over sensitive skin, and the uneven surface of his tongue feels


rough in so tender a place. Hephaestus writhes beneath him,


breathless, all words lost now as his mind blurs with pleasure.


Hands hold his buttocks apart, allowing Aean access to the smith’s


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